Chapter 5

• The chilly morning of new york city does nothing to sooth my skin that is drizzling with sweat as i aggressively hit the punching bag.My breaths comes out in pants and i feel my strength fading away.
• The sky is covered with dark grey clouds the aftermath of the yesterday's storm.I found myself in the gym at 5am in the morning and i have been hitting this bag relentlessly for an hour now.My fists are bloody but that doesn't stop me.I need more and am getting exactly that, but non of the hits makes any effort to lessen the rage dwelling in my soul.
• The pain and strain from my knuckles makes me release a guttural grunt.I hit harder almost breaking them when i remember about the fucked up roses and notes in my room.
• Everything happening around me is fucking my brains out.
• "That's enough princess" my dad who's been watching me silently,firmly warns and holds my arms to stop further punches.I wonder when he sleeps because everytime i wake up he's always there.
• " You need to take care of that" he motions to my hands with sad eyes " Carl will be here any time from now for his prisoner" he reminds me.Thomas brought the russian with him together with matt and i assume dad already talked to him.
• "Did you talk to matt?" i ask mischeviously.
• "Yeah, i did but he kept playing games with me and i got angry"
• Yeah that's right,my dad is a very impatient man with anger issues.Getting on his bad side is suicidal.
• "I will go freshen up then join you for breakfast" i tell him exiting the room with him following behind. " What are you having darling,i don't want to prepare something you won't eat" he asks
• "Pancakes are okay dad,i love you" i say gulping down a bottle of water.
• "I love you too princess" he mumbles kissing my hair.
• "So any progress with Carl?" he smirks making me groan.He heard about what happened yesterday and he thinks am already in love.Parents.
• " We talked about this dad" i complain faking seriousness.
• He raises his hands up in mock surrender "Okay okay i was just curious" he says with a chuckle.
• Just as i enter my room,sounds of gunshots rings around the house.The security of this place must have been compromised because it's been long since we were attacked especially during the day.And to add on that,the mysterious roses that keeps appearing in my room.
• I crouch down to take cover as i head for my weapons because they caught us completely off guard.I haven't reached my drawer yet before bullets are fired through my window shuttering the glasses in the proces.
• Fuck.
• I cuss repeatedly when a bullet hits my side unexpectedly.Grabbing my gun, i randomly shoot through the broken window ignoring the bleeding from my stomach.
• The firing ceases and i rush to the bathroom to take care of the wound before it bleeds out of control.My dad must have taken care of it.
• Standing infront of my new mirror, i take off all of my clothings and stare at my bare body.The wound isn't deep but it will definitely leave a scar and i will have to cover it up too.Just like i do to all my scars.People say we should wear our scars with pride but i never saw or felt pride with mine.
• When i healed from the wounds they left on me,my whole body was covered with scars.I cried everytime i looked at them and i felt disgusted and ugly.I couldn't even stand before the mirror to look at my body.So i went to the tattoo parlour and got each one of them covered by a tattoo.No matter how small it appeared.
• You can only imagine how many tattoos i have.My whole back,stomach and my thighs are tatted.My whole back is covered with a big eagle with it's wings spread,not even a single scar is visible.Both of my thighs are tattoed with red roses,maybe the creepy stalker got the idea of black roses from there.Other small parts are just stars and writings but in general you won't notice my scars unless you are keen enough.
• You might think that made me feel better,no.I went ahead and got my nipples pierced,my belly button, and my clit but still it didn't take the pain away.I did some crazy shit but nothing worked out for me.Dealing with depression is the hardest thing one could ever go through.
• I even abandoned my friends,hated contact and company let alone conversing with anyone.I only talk when it's necessary with exeption of my father of course.I was forced to become an introvert.
• "Where is she?" Carl's voice breaks me from my thoughts
• "Fuck,Kayla....,princess" he keeps shouting while i quietly attend to my wound.The bathroom door flies open and i dont even flinch nor cover myself .Whatever happened to knocking.
• "Shit,you are hurt" he rushes to me but immediately stops in his tracks.Oh! we just found out am naked.I am not ashamed of my body at all.Apart from my scars,am proud and confident.
• My breasts are perky,flat stomach from intense working out,my butt is round and hips slightly curved with long smooth legs.Carl's eyes rakes over my body,studying every crevice and curves.His eyes trails on each and every flaw covered up by a tattoo and i watch him swallow dryly.
• "Fuck" he grunts staring at my pierced nipples and down to my flat stomach.
• Think with your head Carlos.
• "Are you done" i ask staring blankly at him and his mind starts working again.He clears his throat clenching his fists tightly " Sorry,i should have knocked" his dilated eyes quickly rakes my body again before meeting mine.For some reason i feel like i can trust him,i know he could never hurt me.
• "Let me help you" he croaks out huskly moving closer to me.
• "No,i got it.Am done anyway" i say bandaging the affected area and he doesn't move.It's like his legs are stuck on the ground with glue.
• "I would love to take a shower" i tell him so he'll give me privacy which he's already invading.
• "Sure" he clears his throat " I will be downstairs" he rushes out shutting the door behind him.
• Men.
• I wash my body carefully making sure water and soap doesn't touch the wound.After am done,i apply ointment on my knuckles bandaging them up afterwards.
• l am meeting my informant later on so i dress once and for all.I put on black shorts,a black sweatshirt and white sneakers.Without forgetting my mother's golden necklace which i never leave my room without.I tie my long hair in a messy ponytail and head downstairs to see what the attack was about.
• "Honey,are you okay? carl said you got injured" my dad meets me on the stairs inspecting me up and down with his eyes.I look around to see most of Carl's men one of them being Theo.
• "It was just a scratch dad,nothing serious to worry about" i assure him taking a seat at the breakfast table and he joins me not convinced at all.
• "Hey stranger" a familiar voice says behind me and i look back to meet a smiling Theo.
• "Hey " i wave at him curtly " You wanna hang out maybe later?" he asks eagerly.
• "Theo don't start" another one warns him sternly.He has a big build,black hair and eyes.He looks strong and alittle bit scary.Especially with the sight of a scar running along his left eyebrow ,i don't think he has ever laughed or smiled before.
• Theo dismisses him with a wave of his hand "Ignore my boyfriend he's always grumpy,boss is rubbing off him" i look at the said boyfriend and he's glaring at the smiling theo.Opposites attract i presume.
• "He's Sam,bosses capo and best friend" he says again smiling at the scowling sam.Grumpy indeed but i don't think carl is that grumpy or is he?How does a talkative theo cope with that intimidating man?
• "Am actually busy later,maybe some other time" i decline his offer politely and his face falls.
• "I was hoping i could use a friend,being around all this male's suffocates me" he mumbles.
• If situations were different i wouldn't mind being his friend but who knows maybe some day.
• "Dad,who attacked us" i almost forgot that important question.
• "The Russians,they came for their colleague down the basement,carl is questioning him as we speak."he answers sipping his coffee. No wonder carl is not in the room.
• "He must be special to them then" i observe
• "Yeah, he is the second in command of the russian mafia and he holds alot of information,reasons they won't leave him in the wrong hands" he says
• "Is carl alone with him?"
• "Yes darling,you can join him if you want.I am sure he won't mind" he smirks at me.
• I scowl at my dad" Will you ever stop teasing me father ?" i raise an eyebrow at him.
• " One day you'll thank me princess,now hurry up and finish that food"he commands amusement in his tone.
• "Were there any survivors?"
• "No.They were cornered by Carl's and my men,we got them" he assures.
• I rush my breakfast before joining carl in the basement.I follow the hallways till the last room where the bald man is tied on a metal chair.Carl has already done a number on him, the fingers on both hands are already gone.
• " Tell me what i wanna know dammit" he snaps at the bald man,who only smirks at him.Not fazed at all.
• "We both know how this goes Carlos,i die whether i talk or not.So you might wanna go ahead and just end it cause am not telling you shit" he spats.I admire his loyalty.
• " Not so fast buddy,,i always get what i want and you know that,am gonna leave you on that chair and this chat will continue when i see fit" he stabs him in his knuckles and the fucker wails in pain.
• Carl turns around to leave but stops in his trucks when the russian talks" Does she know?" he points at me laughing hysterically,Carl looks at me and back at the man " Does she know the man she's going to marry has a crazy........." he doesn't get to complete his sentence before he's shot right between his eyes.Silenced for good.
• I look at carl who's pointing his gun at him with a clenched jaw and wonder why he did that.What is he hiding?What is it that he doesn't want me to know?